Wings (Fin)

Austere

Wings (Fin)


Austere

Lost myself and sympathy 
Dim the shapes of all that´s passed 
Down cast eyes sweating pain 
Crestfallen with faithlessness 
Sorrowborne to iniquity 
A rosary to enwrap my core in... 
Rage of yore, the sermon inborn, cleanse me from vague lies 

Lies 

Dogmatized and canonized 
Your wrygone word soothes me not 
I withhold bitterness 
As a tragic symbol of my inspiration 
Revived from an austere dream 
Hear the birds of mourning filter... 
Te Deum, but for whom, let me come undone; 

No Christ adored 
neath love for life is a lie 
When millenia of "heretics" die 
Sacrosanct, vestal 
So we raise Thee on a pedestal 
Mother of God 
Your faerytale breeds our ignorance 

Shroud my eyes 
With moist kisses 
Of mourning dew 
Religious mistress 

Lies 

No Christ adored 
neath love for life is a lie 
When millenia of "heretics" die 
Sacrosanct, vestal 
So we raise Thee on a pedestal 
Mother of God 
Your faerytale breeds our ignorance.